Spinsterville and That One Great Love

From out of the blue, my mom asked me a surprising question as we sat at McDonald's enjoying a light snack after walking all over Robinson's Galleria shopping. 

"Aren't you worried, you don't have a boyfriend??"

Woah.

Let's put it this way.  My mom and I hardly venture our conversations towards my personal life.  Almost never actually.  And NEVER when it comes to my love life.  But I do not blame her.  If you have a daughter who's turning thirty-five and well on the road towards Spinsterville, even if your daughter has her own career as a lawyer, you'd be a little worried. 

I have been reflecting on this question all day. Reflecting.  That's what I have been doing lately, reflecting.  Age does that to me.  My mind goes to the process of griping, facing realities and setting goals.  It can be very frustrating though and I always find myself being a bitch about it and stop the process altogether, pop in a DVD, read a book or go-online for reality-diverting forum posting.

But seriously…….

Am I worried?

Actually, I do enjoy my solitude.  I love basking in my own "sick, sad world".  It may not be as exciting as others, but it's MY world.  And I am pretty much smug about the individuality I created for myself.  I love the freedom of my solitude and the options before me for the choosing. 

Okay…reality check McBeal…you still want to be married right?

Of course I do.  I still want to spend the rest of my life with someone.  I still want my soul mate to come knocking at my door. I still want the love of my life to finally make his presence known.  He seems to be taking his time though. I bet he refuses to ask for directions. Men!

But seriously…here's who I actually want…

Has to be a man. (Sometimes, I wished I was a lesbian since the Earth is inhabited by more women and if I were one, for SURE, I'll be having relationships left and right.  But I'm not built this way, and that's another blog entry altogether) And I'm not looking for the drop-dead gorgeous Wentworth Miller or Gerard Butler type. I just want one who is pretty to look at (at least in my eyes), who dresses well and is neat and clean. I want a guy who is intelligent and a great conversationalist, whose interests are as multi-faceted as I am. I want one who makes a pretty decent living,  one who is passionate about life and love. One whom I am compatible with intellectually, emotionally and physically.  And finally, one who makes me laugh.   

In short, I want the man who has me as the love of his life as he is the love of my life. 

Yes, people. McBeal is still hoping for that ONE GREAT LOVE. 

I will not settle for anything less. And if some people would think I have a warped sense of reality by seeking such a tall order at my age, then so be it. If I don't marry the love of my life, then…

Spinsterville  it is.